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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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After playing for a while, Nighttime, Kana's bedroom..
Third Person's POV
Izana walked into the dimly lit purple bedroom, the warm glow of a single bedside lamp casting a cozy golden hue over the room. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, a calming fragrance that always helped Kana drift off to sleep. The room was a delightful mess- a scattering of stuffed animals strewn across the floor, and delicate fairy lights twinkling around the window frame.
In the center of the room stood the large bed, its fluffy white comforter dotted with little pastel pink and purple flowers. Kana and Sakura were nestled under it, their small bodies barely making a dent in the mattress. Sakura's breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm, while Kana's face was turned towards her friend, her expression one of serene contentment.
Izana's heart swelled love as he approached the bed. He paused for a moment at the foot of it, drinking in the sight of his daughter. Kana's light hair spread out like a fan on the pillow, her long, curly lashes brushing her cheeks, her lips slightly parted in sleep. She looked so peaceful, so utterly carefree.
With a small sigh, Izana reached down and gently adjusted the comforter, tucking it snugly around the girls. He moved with the care of someone handling the most precious of treasures, ensuring they were cocooned in warmth and safety. His fingers brushed against the silky fabric of Kana's favorite pajama, a pale purple garment dotted with tiny silver stars.
As he sat down on the edge of the bed, Izana's gaze shifted to Sakura. The little girl was a completely different than Kana, her joyous and outgoing nature captured his heart. No wonder Kana was so protective of her.
Sakura was a perfect incarnation of purity and innocence.
Izana leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke. "Goodnight, inday. Sweet dreams."
Izana watched them for a moment longer. He stood beside the bed, gently caressing Kana's silky hair, and he was lost in the serene beauty of the moment. His fingers traced delicate patterns through her light locks, each stroke a silent testament to his boundless love.
The soft creak of the door opening broke the stillness, and Izana turned his head slightly to see (Y/n) enter the room. She paused in the doorway, her eyes immediately finding him and Kana. A warm smile spread across her face, her heart fuzzing at the sight of her boyfriend so tenderly caring for their daughter.
(Y/n) walked over to the bed, her footsteps as quiet as a whisper on the plush carpet. She moved with the grace and calm of a mother who found joy in these simple, loving moments. Reaching Izana's side, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, their eyes meeting in a shared gaze of mutual adoration for their little girl.
(Y/n) leaned over the bed, her hair falling like a curtain around her face as she bent down to place a tender kiss on Kana's forehead. The touch was featherlight, but it seemed to radiate warmth, a mother's love encapsulated in a single, gentle gesture.
